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Greeting. 



If eloquence were mine, 

And all the lore, 
Ancient and modern — 

Could I wish thee more? 
Or with more fitting phrase 

Could I address you 
Than in these simple, world-old words 
"God bless you !" 



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Cnristtnas Colors, 

Hail, Christmas colors ! 

Royal Red and Green! 

Enwreath the world 

And crown the waning year! 

Your garlands gladden 

All the winter scene, 

And symbolize 

The season of good cheer. 

Your regal robes 

Shine with a luster rare. 

Against a ground 

Of grey December days ; 

Your gleaming livery 

Glistens everywhere ; 

Bright herald of 

The Christmas holidays. 



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With coral beads 

The holly bough is strung; 

The mistletoe 

With lustrous pearls doth gleam 

The spangled pines 

W^ith rainbow 

And laurel twines 

The banister and beam. 



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Myriads of tapers 

Twinkle near and far 

'Mong franded palms ; 

While glowing 'gainst the green, 

Fair flame-crowned flowers 

Like radiant, crimson stars — 



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ihe Christmas S^^irit. 



Christmas is come ! 

'Tis time to be jolly; 
Kiss neath the mistletoe, 

Dance 'neath the holly — 
Feast at the board 

With the dear ones all 'round 
Let laughter and music 

And good cheer abound. 

Season of joy ! 

Don't spoil it with worry ; 
Don't miss half its mirth 
^ ^ In your hurry and flurry ; 
Take time to be gracious — 

Kind words and kind deeds 
Are gifts of all others 

The weary world needs. 

The gift of a smile — 

If but given sincerely — 
Is worth more than baubles 

That oft cost too dearly; 
For gifts are but symbols— 

And symbols will perish — 
But the spirit of givin^:^ 

Forever we cherish. 




Charity Or Justice. 

What of their Christmas, who toil 
With only a pittance for pay? 

Crushed by the world's turmoil. 
Too tired to think or pray? 



What are your platitudes worth 

To slaves in the great treadmill, 
Who know no "peace on earth," 



Who doubt of God's 



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The poor man's Christmas-tide 
Hath oft more pain than cheer; 

For poverty hath its pride 
And food and fuel are dear. 



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'Tis hard to be grateful to those 
Who offer in Charity's name, 
Bread, that in justice — God knows! 
Has been earned, again and again. 

'Tis hard to be honest, where law 
Lets privileged plunderers steal — 

When millions Avith worshipful awe 
Before these proud plutocrats kneel. 

Centuries have rolled by 

Since that first Christmas morn. 

To save the world from greed, 
Must another redeemer be born? 



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The "Power Of Go?! 



Men pray for power — 

And "Gold gives power," say they; 
Yea, power for what? 

Ask those whom gold doth sway, 
And these will answer, 

If their lips speak truth — 
That "love, health, peace. 

Lost purity or youth ; 
Gold cannot purchase ; 

Nor can it demand 
Exemption from the Law, 

Where Death's impartial hand 
Still wields the sickle;. 

Still it is for Gold 
The Souls of Men 

Are daily bought and sold. 
Still Mammon's minions 

Swarm on every shore ; 
The golden calf 

Hath Avorshipers galore ;" 
Yea, Gold hath power — 

To prostitute mankind, 
For gold — that prodigals 

Will scatter to the Avind. 




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The Atmy'stry Of Beauty. 



That man is wealthiest, 

And is happiest far — 

Who hath the grace 

To see, in things that are 

So gloriously common 

To our daily sight — 

The grandeur and the beauty. 

All the might 

And measure, of the pleasure 

Men can buy, 

Is nought compared 

To what an artist's eye 

Can trace, in morning's 

Luminous changing hue — 

In golden noon's 

Clear canopy of blue. 

In gardens and in woodlands, 

Breathing bloom ; 

In sunsets — and the sea 

Of pulple gloom 

That follows after — 

And when night, 

Its star-strewn splendor 

Flashes on our sight. 

The soul, adoring. 

Thrills with ecstacy, 

And knows its God 

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She, who was with us 
Only yesterday — 

Hath crossed the Great Divide- 
Yet who shall say 

That she is dead? 

Whose gracious life on earth 

Was glorified 

With deeds of goodly worth ; 

A fruitful life- 
Beneficent, and brave 

That bore its cross 

Unfalt'ring to the grave. 

The Spirit that imbued 

Her form with Life, 
That filled her heart with Love- 

Her mind with Light — 
Shall it be quenched, 

Because, forsooth, the clay 
To dust returns? 

Or shall it wing its way 
To spiritual realms, 

Where forms more fit, 
And more enduring. 

May embody it? 




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Our sense of justice, 

And our trust in God, 
Makes firm the faith, 

That she — whose footsteps trod 
So worthily 

These toilsome paths we tread — 
Hath entered into Life 

And is not dead. 




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Grant me, O God! 

Desire to know Thy will; 
Wisdom to seek, 

And power to fulfill 
Thy Law divine. 
Give me, I pray! 

A steadfast heart, and strong- 
Patience to labor 

Tho the way be long; 
Let faith be mine. 
And strength, to bear 

The burden of the day — 
To do the duty nearest, 

And to say — 
Thy will be done! 



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Gird Thou my soul 

With Justice ; nor let me 
Lack in the God-like 

Grace of Charity — 
Thy kingdom come! 
Yea, make my heart 

Thy kingdom— there in Love 
Reign Thou on earth 

E'en as in heaven above — 
By right divine. 
So may my Life 

With Thine be in accord — 
So in my works 

May Thy great glory, Lord, 
Reflected shine. 



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menca s i nanfzsgwing. 

Almighty God ! 

That art the ever-living 
Author of life, 

This day would we be giving 
Thanks unto thee. 

Millions, we sing 
In gratitude Thy praise; 

One in our spirit. 
Diverse tho our ways 

Of worship be. 

Grateful for every 

Gift of Thy bestowing; 
Seeking the source 

Whence springeth ever-flowing 
Light, Life and Love; 

Glorious gifts ! 
To glorify the Giver 

Join in thanksgiving — 
Praising, serving ever. 

One in our love. 




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Out of the shadow land of dreams 
Those days come back to me — 

The old glad days, when my heart's first love 
Woke to the call of thee. 

The years roll back that intervene — 

It seems but yester-night, 
Your eyes looked into mine, sweetheart, 

Filled with the old lovelight. 



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No June hath since been half so fair 
No song that hath been sung 

Can stir my soul like that old tune 
We sang Avhen Love was young. 




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Fidelity, 



Thine image dear, 
Still lingers in my thought; 

Nor e'er will die — 

It wakes a world 
Where memory holds naught 

Save you and I. 

And still your voice 
Makes music in mine ear — 

Still doth abide 

The haunting sweetness 
Of a voice more dear 

Than aught beside. 

The last fond clasp 
Of clinging finger tips 

Is consecrate; 

And Love hath kept 
Thy kiss upon my lips 

Inviolate. 



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You say, 'It were better to part," 

That "I will soon learn to forget"; 
'Tis easy to say, sweetheart — 

So easy to say — and yet, 
'Twere easier far to die, dear! 

Easier far for me ; 
For I have been cursed 
With a constant heart. 

And a cruel memory. 



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JUove s Ltonging, 

For thy kiss my lips are longing, 

Love of mine ! 
Dreams that will not die, keep thronging 

Dreams divine ! 
Dear! this Avant of you is turning 
All the soul of me to yearning — 
Listening, longing, for returning 

Steps of thine. 




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Mine, mine thou art! 

What storm so e'er betide us. 

Maid of my heart ! 
Tho league and league divide us, 
Tho fate's grim face deride us — 

Still mine thou art. 



Billows may roll ! 

Their waters shall unite us, 

Mate of my soul ! 
By Love's high power plighted — 
By Love's strong bond united — 

Soul unto soul. 





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ove s Jrower, 

Love is the greatest solvent 
In the chemistry of Hfe — 

It can dissolve the partnership 
Between a man and wife. 



Loves T^ono^oly, 

And Love hath its monopoly — 

A secret trust apart, 
Controlled by one who long has had 

A corner in my heart. 






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Because of woman's loving heart, 
And trusting disposition. 

For ages she was made to feel 
Her mission was — submission. 




ove, 

Down the winding lane we wandered 
When the clover fields were red ; 

Love's bright day was in its morning 
In those days when we were wed. 



Rugged roads we've trod together, 

Keeping step thro changing years ; 
Closer drawn when fickle fortune 



Turned our 



laughter into tears. 



Sharing all of Life's long labor — 
Shall we not Life's harvest share? 

Naught to me the future reaping 
If you reap not with me there. 



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How many things we say, 

That we really do not mean — 
How many things we do 

That we fondly hope unseen ; 
How many times we laugh, 
When we fain would rather grieve, 
And how oft we feign to sorrow — 
When we're laughing in our sleeve. 






How many imperfections 

Do we in others trace — 
To how many are we ready 

To accord the saving grace 
Of charity in judgment, 

And to humbly pray that we 
Be not in self-estimation 

As the foolish pharisee? 




How many of our dearest dreams 

Did we e'er realize? 
How many castles do we build 

Unseen to human eyes? 
How many hopes we cherished 

In the morning of our years — 
That now, we sadly water 

With a rain of bitter tears. 



How many times ! How many ! 

Do we live, and love, and learn 
The lessons life can teach us, 

As with eager haste, we turn 
The pages of our years — to find 

When all is said and done, 
We've but learned the ways of wisdom, 

When Life's race is almost run. 





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Dream vvorld. 

I'm fareing along 
(jn the wings of song 
into a world so fair — 
A wonderful world ! 
With you, sweetheart, 
W^aiting to greet me there. 



wSailing softly, on the wings of song; 

Dreaming sweetly thro the watches lonj 

Slumberland is very fair — 

In my dreams I meet you there ; 

In my dreams, you only care. 

Love, for me alone. 






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At the heart of slumberland, 
Throned in mystery, 
Dwells the angel of my dreams — 
Fair as heaven my dream-world seems, 
Love, because of thee. 







The JVlountain Stream, 



Hail, Mountain Stream ! with rainboA\' 
Born of the sun-kissed spray; 

The old rocks ring to the tune you sing, 
Rollicking riotously ! 

With laughter leap, sheer down the steep- 
No road too rough for thee ! 

Racing along, to merge thy song 
In the music of the sea. 



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'Till caught in the whirl of the eddying swirl, 
Thou art borne on the ocean tide, 

To the god of the sea — who waits for thee 
As the bridesfroom for his bride. 




Sail over the world, with banners unfurled, 

Thou gallant ship of the air! 
Thou triumph of mind, with wings of wind! 

And the sky for a thoroughfare. 

Xo rocks to shun, no straits to run 
Thro foaming storm-lashed brine — 

Sail whither you please, o'er mountains and 
seas. 
For a shoreless sea is thine. 



Right merrily lloat, victorious boat — 
An empire is conquered today; 

No tears were shed — no heroes bled, 
To gain thine aerial sway. 

How grander far than the spoils of war 
Are the blessed fruits of peace ! 

(). Lord ! how long ere the nation's strong- 
Proclaim that war shall cease ? 




To The Girl Of The Sweater. 



AVhen you talk of types of beauty, 

Of course we all agree 
That the stately grace of "Gibson girls" 

Is very fair to see ; 
But there are other faces 

And graces just as fine ; 
And the girl who wears the sweater 

Is the only 2'irl for mine. 



Its the girl with the sweater for mine 
In her all the graces combine ; 
When I take me a wife, 
For my partner thro life, 
lis the girl with the sweater for mine. 



Other girls may be more dainty, 

Like Dresden china dolls ; 
And load themselves with iewels 

And expensive fol de rols ; 
But the girl who wears the sweater 

Is the only genuine, 
Reliable home-m.aker — 

She's the girl I want for mine. 



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International J^arriage, 

When the chappie with a title 

Seeks a fortune on our shore, 
The girls are all a-flutter — 

For, you see, they just adore 
The title that the chappie 

Wants to barter for their gold; 
And the chances are that most of them 

Get pretty badlv sold. 

For it really isn't worth while 
To let a mere title beguile 

One's heart from its mate — 

So, before it's too late, 
Just tell him he isn't your style. 

You're the peer of any princess ! 

With your beauty, brains, and health ; 
So don't blow in on ancestors 

Your daddy's hard earned wealth ; 
Let the chappie keep his title. 

And you keep papa's pelf 
Then wed the man you love — and be 

An ancestor yourself! 




Parting, 



The hour grows late ! 
'Tis time to say good-bye — 
Sometime, somewhere, 
It may be you and I 
Again will meet. 
Whatever fate's decree — 
Thro all thy days and nights 
God be with thee, 
And guide thy feet. 



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